The Little Qilin blinked and asked, "What is it?"
Jiang Fan patted the grave beside him, his eyes revealing a trace of complexity.
"I was once sad for Ling Shu, overwhelmed by sorrow and regret."
"But, was it because of the deep affection between Ling Shu and me?"
"It was not."
"At that time, our feelings were far from reaching such heart-wrenching depths."
"And the reason I was sad..."
Jiang Fan glanced down at the Nascent Soul within his dantian, feeling the faint pain emanating from it.
His eyes held a deep understanding.
"It was because I couldn’t accept the passing of those around me."
"I was afraid of leaving behind eternal regrets."
"The effort to marry Xu Youran, the risking my body to test poison for Fairy Yun Shang, the desperate battles in the Nine-Sect Land against the Demon Race, were all to avoid leaving regrets in life."
"I don’t have the great heart like a saint, to protect everything."
"Everything I did was actually for myself, to prevent my own regrets."
His eyes grew increasingly bright, emitting a dazzling light.
"Leaving no regrets, that is the path I have always walked!"
"So, when I chose the Path of Guardian, my heart hesitated."
"Because that was not my path."
At that moment, his heart was unprecedentedly light.
As if the mist obscuring his heart had all cleared away.
He took out the Sky Breaking Pearl again, a smile played on his lips.
Without hesitation, he put it into his mouth and then gently swallowed, murmuring:
"Come on."
"My Path of Perfection!"
As the Sky Breaking Pearl entered his body, Jiang Fan’s long-tempered Seven Orifice Nascent Soul Cultivation broke through smoothly.
The Eighth Acupoint finally opened!
He had finally reached one of the realms most feared by those in the Nascent Soul Realm.
Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul!
Jiang Fan didn’t have time to feel the greatly enriched Nascent Soul Power within.
His heart was extremely restless.
An uncontrollable madness spread in his heart.
He was about to enter a state of madness.
"Little Qilin, leave quickly, don’t come near me for now!"
While his consciousness was still there, Jiang Fan hurriedly said.
The Little Qilin was worried and scared, then finally hugged Jiang Fan’s head once before using Instantaneous Movement to run away.
At this time, Jiang Fan’s eyes were gradually turning red.
The clarity in his eyes was replaced bit by bit by madness.
He slowly stood up, stumbled about aimlessly.
At times looking at the sky, at times looking at the ground, murmuring intermittently:
"It is often said that life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, like the moon often has deficiencies and rarely is full."
"But who decided this? Why can’t everything be satisfactory? Why must life have regrets? Why must there be partings by life and death?"
"My days are numbered, my life left only with a twilight glow, why should I have so many concerns?"
"I want everything to be satisfactory, I want no regrets for the rest of my life."
"If it is not perfect, I would rather destroy it!"
At that moment, he completely fell into madness.
An indescribable aura of madness emanated from his body, spreading around.
The Spiritual Sparse Tomb with its broken tombstone exploded without warning, leveling the ground.
The broken flowers around the tombstone all withered.
Jiang Fan stepped onto the grassland.
Where he walked, the withered grass turned into rotten mud.